The Strongest Medical Immortal in the City

Chapter 341: Too Slow

"It seems that you are very rich." Luo Zixiang was very upset with Fang Chuan, and sneered, "Well, let's run a lap, 100,000 yuan, how about it?"

For him, this is not too low, after all, their monthly allowance is only three to four thousand yuan.

It's just that they sometimes ask for a little bit of their New Year's Eve money from their homes, or money from others on their birthdays.

Therefore, it is not a problem for them to put out a few hundred thousand at a time.

"One hundred thousand?" Fang Chuan smiled faintly, "Although it is a little bit small, it doesn't matter, after all, you are Xiao Rui's classmates."

"You..." Luo Zixiang was very uncomfortable when he heard that. He was abandoning people with no money just now, but now he is rejected.

However, he didn't dare to raise his bet, because the opponent's car was originally a Porsche 918. If someone is a master, he will lose money.

He thought for a while: "Okay, then it's OK, one hundred thousand laps, who will participate?"

"Count me out." Song Luo smiled.

"I'll count one too." Another Rui Zhixin's classmate also stood up.

The rest did not stand up, because these people were either girls or poor car skills. A lap of 100,000 yuan was already very expensive.

Luo Zixiang saw him and said with a smile: "How to play, one on one, or together?"

Fang Chuan waved his hand: "One-on-one, I will sit in the bank. You take turns. If you can beat me, I will give you money. If you don't beat me, you will give me money."

"It seems that your driving skills are very good?" Luo Zixiang sneered, but he didn't take it seriously, because no matter how powerful a driver is, he may not be able to fully display his strength on an unfamiliar track.

And they are very familiar with the track inside the Three Holy Mountain Villa, which gives them home court advantage.

Fang Chuan smiled and said, "In general, it's enough to win."

"Okay, my first game!" Luo Zixiang was angry and looked back at Rui Zhixin. "Rui Zhixin, if your boyfriend loses or runs into it, you can't blame me!"

"No." Rui Zhixin shook her head, she was very confident in Fang Chuan.

Fang Chuan's mouth ticked: "Come on then."

"Do you think Fang Chuan can win?" When Fang Chuan went to drive, the others stood and discussed together.

"This Fang Chuan seems to be young, and although his car is fast, but without the corresponding driving skills, it is not as good as other cars."

"I don't think he can win. Luo Zixiang is so familiar with the venue, he knows every corner."

"I also think that Luo Zixiang is an apprentice of the East China Car God."

Everyone is very optimistic about Luo Zixiang, in their opinion, Fang Chuan's winning side is very small.

"I think Fang Chuan can win." Yao Lu smiled and looked at Rui Zhixin, "Zhixin, what do you think?"

Rui Zhixin looked at Fang Chuan's car who had entered the stadium, and smiled: "Of course I believe him, because he is almost omnipotent."

"Ah..." Song Luo couldn't help but let out a weird laugh, "Rui Zhixin, you really like your boyfriend."

"You just watched it." Rui Zhixin smiled and sat aside, drinking soda.

On the other side, Fang Chuan's car and Luo Zixiang's car were already side by side, and the traffic lights in front of them were already shining.

Luo Zixiang looked at Fang Chuan and said with a smile: "If you lose, don't cry, it will make people look down on it."

"The same with you." Fang Chuan smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to the traffic light.

The traffic light flickered continuously, and then, the red light flickered more than a dozen times, and instantly turned into a green light.

At this moment, Fang Chuan stepped on the accelerator and released the brakes, and the engine sound of the Porsche 918 suddenly resounded.

Then, with a scream, his car soared to a hundred yards in an instant, took the lead and rushed out.

"This guy, the reaction is quite fast." Luo Zixiang couldn't help but was taken aback, but his reaction was not slow.

After a while, he also chased up.

However, the gap between the car and the car was too big. When he accelerated to a hundred yards, Fang Chuan had already rushed to two hundred.

The distance between them was also directly opened.

"This idiot, rushing so fast here, when he encounters a corner, he will be confused, thinking he is a car god?"

Seeing that he was behind, Luo Zixiang couldn't help but cursed, but he was also hitting the accelerator with all his strength, and his speed was soaring.

However, when he soared to two hundred and two, he had already reached his own limit.

Although he is still behind, he still doesn't worry, because he knows that the real race is passing corners, not the speed of the car.

When he reached the corner, Fang Chuan either slowed down or flew out and crashed the car.

As for Luo Zixiang, he can have a surplus in such corners, and even on some better corners, he can even drift.

What a cool thing!

Thinking about it, he was excited. After all, Rui Zhixin was still sitting on the outfield, watching their game.

If it was a drift that directly conquered Rui Zhixin, that would be great.

"It's coming!" Luo Zixiang looked excited, knowing that there was a curve ahead and that it was time to overtake Fang Chuan.

However, at this moment, he saw a scene that almost broke him before his eyes.

He saw from a distance that Fang Chuan was driving a Porsche 918 with a speed of almost 300, and he flicked his tail on a big curve.

Then, for a beautiful drift, the speed of the Porsche 918 was only reduced a little, and it passed directly!

"Wow!"

"This drift is handsome!"

"Master, Fang Chuan is a real master!"

Everyone was shocked and stood up, especially for racing enthusiasts like Song Luo, whose heart beats faster and envious.

At that speed, it can also drift, which is almost perfect and desperate!

"Your sister!" Luo Zixiang's whole body was about to collapse. He was going to drift and blow everyone's eyes.

As a result, the limelight was robbed by this guy again!

He is very angry!

He looked at Fang Chuan, gritted his teeth, but at this moment, he was shocked suddenly, he had reached the corner!

"Fuck!"

He yelled and said that it was good to drift, because he was absent and he had no time to play, so he slammed on the brakes and slowed down so that he could pass safely.

But, in this way, he was embarrassed!

Because, compared with Fang Chuan, he is really weak, and the arrogance before him is too far away.

After such a delay, there was no suspense at all after this lap.

When Fang Chuan ran a lap, Luo Zixiang only ran halfway.

When Luo Zixiang ran to the starting point, he saw Fang Chuan standing outside the car and yawning.

"Are you too slow?" Fang Chuan smiled faintly.

"You!" Luo Zixiang flushed with anger and said angrily, "You are just relying on your car!"

"So, are you dissatisfied?" Fang Chuan ticked his mouth and greeted the staff outside the venue, "What kind of car is the most scumbag on your side, let me use it."